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update: she found me

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ik your saying no requests, i just really want to see your take on HSLOTRRY for this photo

⭐️MSG NIGHT VI⭐️

prompt: hus outfit inspires yn to want to do something a little different

warnings: smut, minors dni 18+

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YN was horny.

Can you blame her?

Her husband looked downright obscene in his denim vest and trousers, the hard work in the gym reflected on his abdominals and his biceps.

YN wanted to roleplay tonight.

They didn’t do it much, they usually weren’t patient enough for it but tonight, in that outfit, she really wanted to play.

She wanted to initiate it and so she scribbled a note on a scrap piece of paper and about half way through the set, YN asks one of the security to deliver it to the stage. *** ***

It takes a few minutes but Harry finally reaches down for the paper, taking it with him to where his water bottle is, taking a sip as he unravels it.

hiiii!

not sure if you’re single but if you’re looking for fun after the show, meet me at the bar at the hotel you’re staying at. im only in town for tonight :)

x

Harry’s brow furrows for a second, rereading it but then it clicks - his eyes dart over to his wife as she gives him a coy smirk.

He was totally into it.

-

YN made it a point to leave the venue before Harry, she was trying to get in the mindspace of being a random fan and not his wife.

She had butterflies in her stomach as she sat in a secluded booth in the hotel bar, she had ordered a Long Island to calm her nerves and was long the place was pretty empty.

YN knows she shouldn’t be nervous, it’s her husband when it boils down to it but it was mixed with excitement to see how this would pan out.

Was he going to play along?

Or was he going to come find her and just guide them back up to the hotel room because he’s tired from the show.

It’s about forty-five minutes later when he arrives, he’d showered and changed - which normally he changes into something comfortable like shorts and a hoodie, but he was dressed nicely in a black shirt and flared white trousers. **

As if for a date.

He was playing along.

Harry has the most charming, wide smile across his face when he arrives at the table, it was cocky and confident.

“Hello there, love. M’Harry,” He introduces himself like he’s not the most famous man on earth right now, he reaches out for her hand and kisses the back of it in greeting, “What’s your name?”

“YN,” YN responds shyly, moving over as he sits down, “I didn’t think you’d really come. I-it’s just you’re so-. I am just surprised you came.”

Harry’s stare is intense, twinkling in the light as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, “How could I say no to that note? You’re beautiful, pet. I figured you might have something to offer me.”

God, this shouldn’t be this hot.

He was acting like that entitled rockstar that he really wasn’t but it made her legs squeeze together as he orders a whiskey neat.

“Offer you?” YN repeats, her eyes dropping to the table but his fingers trace under her chin to bring her gaze back up.

“Darling, don’t act like you wanted to meet to discuss all of life’s deep meaning. You want to know what it’s like to fuck a rockstar, hm?” He murmurs lowly, he totally had his sex voice turned on, deeper than should be possible, accent drawn out.

“I-I,” YN trips up for a moment, her mind was getting hazy with her own arousal, “I just thought I’d try my luck with meeting you.”

“Am I wrong?” He insists between a sip of his liquor, “Did you want to come here for a conversation or for me to take you up to my room and give you a night you’ll get wet thinking about for the rest of your life?”

“Why did you agree?” She asks, dodging the question, she saw his fist clenching and unclenching on the table, she has to ignore his wedding ring.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need your conversation,” Harry chuckles meanly, “I didn’t come here for a date. I came here so that I can get your pretty lips on my cock.”

“You’re not very much of the gentleman media portrays you as,” YN points out, her heart rate was rising and she felt like she couldn’t sit still.

“I don’t need to be a gentleman when I have the numbers in my bank account and millions of girls lining up to fuck me. Plus, I’m not going to be a gentleman to you, that’s not what you really want.”

“I’m going to use you and you’ll thank me for it after,” He says it with such an arrogant edge, sitting back in his seat, spreading his legs until their knees bump - it makes her jolt, “Then maybe you’ll come back for another show at MSG and remember how good my cock felt in you as I sing for thousands.”

YN could barely keep her thoughts straight, already struggling to stay in character, she blinks rapidly, “I’ve never had a one night stand.”

Harry shrugs, dimples popping in his cheeks, “Darling, I’m getting bored of this back and forth. I’m not going to calm your nerves for you. Are you coming up with me or not?”

“I will, I want to,” YN replies with a deep inhale before pushing her drink glass away and gathering her purse.

“I know you do, desperate little thing,” He hums as he lays down a few bills on the table before getting out of the booth - security guards lingering in the background.

Harry doesn’t move to hold her hand or touch like he would if they weren’t playing but strides towards the elevators without a glance back - like he knows she’d follow like a puppy.

As soon as they step in the elevator, there’s a moment of silence before Harry is on her - his mouth crashing onto her and immediately gaining entrance as he swipes his tongue across hers.

He’s moving her back against the wall, his body weight heavy and pinning as his hand holds her jaw roughly as their mouths move - other hand moving up to squeeze her tits.

When the bell signals their floor, Harry’s taking her hand and pulling her down the hallway towards their suite.

With a swipe of a keycard, they’re in their beautiful suite - YN has to ignore her belongings scattered and act like she’s never been here.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry growls as he walks YN towards the entryway table, he swipes off the decorative bowl and lifts her until she’s sat on it.

He pushes her dress up her thighs like he can’t get her bare soon enough, separating her thighs, and standing in between them, “Get your tits out f’me.”

YN shimmies the straps off her arms before pushing down the cups of her dress and exposing her breasts in the chilled air.

“S’been a minute since I’ve seen tits this nice,” Harry remarks before he’s ducking down to wrap his mouth around one as his hands wander up her dress and grips her panties before yanking them down her thighs, “When’s the last time someone ate your cunt?”

Yesterday, when he did in the morning before they got out of bed - but they were acting.

“Um, maybe a year ago?” YN responds with quickened breath, she felt like she was going to drip onto the table

“Poor thing. I’ll give you a little treat, yeah?” He coos with a condescending edge, his fingers ghosting towards her inner thighs, “Then you owe me.”

“I thought you were this big bad rockstar, you’re all talk,” YN goads brattily because she knows it will get under his skin and it does.

She gasps when his hand comes around her throat, gripping it tightly enough her head lightly thunks against the wall with the force.

“You’re lucky,” He hisses through clench teeth, “You should feel honored I even looked your way. You want to see an asshole rockstar? I’m not giving you anything, get on your fucking knees.”

“That’s not fair,” YN huffs, it was good pressure around her neck, his rings cold against her warm skin and she misses it when he removed it to roughly handle her off the table.

Harry chuckles meanly as YN kneels in front of him, eyeing him with petulance as he undies his trousers and shoves them along with his briefs to pool at the floor before shedding his shirt as well.

YN never gets sick of him, how thick he is, the length of him - how pretty the swollen pink tip is when he’s really turned on, a bit of precome smeared and shiny on his shaft.

When she reaches up to grip him, he shakes his head and bats her away, voice gruff as he orders, “Hands behind your back. M’going to fuck your mouth and if you’re good maybe your cute little cunt.”

Her husband was so fucking hot.

YN blinks up to him with wide doe eyes, putting her hands behind her back and doing as he says obidently.

As she does so, her chest is popped out more and Harry can’t help himself to lean down and pinch at her nipples until she moans.

His hand comes to her hair, twining in until her skull aches from the pull as his other guides himself into her mouth slowly at first.

“Pinch my thigh if you need to stop,” Harry reminds her softly before pulling out until his tip is bumping at her wet lips and it smacks it against them a few times.

He doesn’t give her time to recover before he’s thrusting back inside at a shallow but fast pace that’s making her throat burn with pleasure and pain as she tries to keep up.

“Talkin’ it like a proper slut,” Harry praises as he pushes himself back in, further and a bit slower until her nose is bumping his neatly trimmed pubic hair and she’s struggling not to gag on the sheer size of him, “Glad I picked you out of the crowd.”

After one particular hard thrust that has YN sputtering a bit, she’s doesn’t have to pinch him because he’s already aware she needs a second.

As she tries to catch her breath, he leans over to kiss her harshly, his tongue is licking inside her mouth, as his hand sneaks down to her mound.

“Fuckin’ wet for me,” Harry hums in approval when he disconnects their lips, his fingers that have her slickness come to her lips before he’s pressing his fingers down on her tongue, “Taste good, pet?”

“Give me a little more than I’ll give you m’cock, okay?” He asks when he removes his fingers and grips himself again.

“Please, I want it. M’aching, I want it,” YN mewls when he ducks back down to land a smack to her folds, her thighs twitching from the sharp sting on her already swollen bud, “I want you.”

Something flashes on Harry’s eyes, it’s her husband and not this roleplay, he may be a good actor but he can’t hide his undying love for her.

He bends to kiss her once again but it was softer, not as aggressive - fingers wandering to pet nicely at her clit for a moment in a reminder he loves her.

Then he’s standing straight again and pats her cheek to open up and when she does, he spends a few more minutes taking what he wants.

His moans are melodic, low and raspy, he’s so lean that when he inhales his ribs become prominent against his golden skin before disappearing back behind the muscle.

YN whimpers a bit when Harry pulls back fully and steps away, a string of spit glistening before it breaks - his cocky shiny from her mouth, so hard it looked painful.

He is fucking gorgeous as he pants - his stomach muscles contracting and flexing with each breath, tattoos dancing.

Harry starts to walk away as YN stays where she is, knees starting to ache; confused to what’s going on until he’s looks over his shoulder and coos cockily, “C’mon puppy.”

YN stands up, legs a bit wobbly to follow him, she was feeling hazy with arousal and she was defiently in her subspace by this point.

Harry plops back onto the couch in the living are, legs spread and cock inviting as his hand scratching at his thigh before giving himself a tight stroke.

“Come sit on me,” Harry tells her and when she arrives in front of him, she straddles his waist and lets his length brushes between her wet folds making them both moan, “Should put on a condom s’you don’t try to pull a fast one on me but I want to fuck you bad enough to not care right now. Gonna let me put it in bare, sweetheart?”

YN doesn’t bother responding as she lifts up and sits down on him, the pleasant burn welcoming as he fills her completely, and she’s snug in his lap, plushy bum atop his strong, lean thighs.

“Gonna let you,” She murmurs belatedly as she begins to move, she was so ready to come that instead of riding him - YN was grinding her hips in small circles so he hit her spot and her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone.

His hands move to squeeze the meat of her hip and encouraging the circles thats they’re making on him, her arousal dampening his balls and it’s making him fucking feral.

“Know you are, easy for me. Never had such a pretty pussy this wet,” Harry remarks as he watches his wife rut down on him, chasing her relief from being teased so much, he was dumbstruck by how strikingly beautiful she is.

He leans into to plant kisses across her sternum until lips find her peaked nipples again, teasing his teeth across them before wrapping his lips around them and pulling her down firmly into him until their skin’s smacking.

When Harry unseats her suddenly, YN protest in a kittenish tone instantly, “Please, H. M’so close, was gonna come for you, was being so good.”

That’s when he realized she dropped and that the roleplay was over, when she whines H like that, she needed her husband.

“Hush up, baby. M’going to give it to you, you’ve been such a good girl for me, yeah?” Harry coos but in his sincerest voice as he spreads her back on the couch until she’s laying down and wriggling for his touch.

Harry ducks down, licking a fat stripe from her core up to her clit - finding the swollen bud and suckling harshly as two fingers slip in to pet at her spot.

He doesn’t give her any breaks as she bucks her hips into his mouth and ruts down hard onto his tongue to get the friction she needs - making a mess of him as her desire rises even more.

“Oh, bunny. S’good, baby, s’good,” She moans loudly as her movements still and her thighs try to clench together as she comes but he forces them to stay spread as he nips at her puffy folds.

“Such a sweet lil’ wife for me,” Harry murmurs as he pops his head back up, pressing his slick lips to hers, “I love you so fucking much. You know that? Everything I ever want.”

He doesn’t let her ride it out before he’s moving up, tucking her thighs around his waist, and guiding his cock back inside her warm walls.

Harry starts a rough, persistent rhythm as his thumb stays glued on her clit to encourage another orgasm to crash over her despite her weak protests.

“S’too much,” YN argues as he circles her bud without mercy and she’s stuck between wanting more and being overstimulated.

“It’s not,” Harry chuckles breathlessly as he managing to nudge her spot on every odd thrust, “Give me one more, my love. Please, for me.”

YN nods as she feels her next orgasms building in the pit of her stomach, reaching up to pull Harry to her - it’s near euphoric when he moans into her mouth as he speeds up.

It doesn’t take long for either of them to fall over the edge, panting and exhausted as Harry flops down on top of her.

“So any chance you want a rockstar in your bed tomorrow night too?” Harry asks into her skin as he kisses up her jaw.

“I think I agreed to every night for the rest of my life based on the ring on my finger,” YN giggles happily as she hugs him closer.

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Criminal mind ; line up

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I will Always Stand up for You

Howard Stern makes a comment about Reader while Harry is on the show. 

Okay so I’ve written smut before but have never published. Let me know what you think... I’m kinda nervous </3

pairing: husband! Harry Styles x Famous! Reader

word count: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, p in v, lil bit of dirty talk, swearing, h*ward stern,                     (i think that’s it let me know if i missed anything)

~~~

You heard the kettle whistling early in the morning. You rustled around the bed and reached your arm out to find Harry, but he wasn’t there. Alarmed at first, but you then remember hearing the kettle. 

You mosey out of bed and tiptoe over the rug that surrounds the floor you your bedroom. You go down the stairs and turn the corner to see Harry standing over the stove with his head ducked. You knew why. 

Three weeks ago Jeff called saying they had last minute booked Howard Stern. When Fine Line released 3 years ago Harry was featured on the talk show. After they filmed Harry came home to you a mess from the experience. Howard completely violated Harry and his personal boundaries, making Harry extremely uncomfortable in the mix. Harry dreaded it the past couple of weeks, leading up to today. 

“Hey” You smiled walking up to him hunched over. You ran your hands up and down his bare back making him sigh deeply. “What are you feeling?” You hugged him from the back resting your cheek on him

“I don’t know- His voice husky- nervous I think” He grabbed your arm and turned to face you

He held his smile in. You cupped his face tiptoeing up to reach his forehead 

“I love you” you whispered 

He smiled under you

“I needed to hear that…. I’m just pissed- He let go of you and walked to a cabinet to get a mug- Jeff knows how much I hate that show… Howard” He grabbed a mug and gestured to you asking if you wanted tea too. You nodded. Harry poured the cup and handed it to you

“And I know I should suck it up, but I don’t want to deal with Howard’s bullshit.” You both stood in silence sipping your tea

“try not to sike yourself out. You control the interview and you can steer it around. Don’t let Howard push you around. I speak from experience.” Harry laughed while you rolled your eyes.

***

“So y/n you have been making music for a couple years now. When did you start” Howard spoke through his microphone to you

“Yeah I have, since high school, so fourish years? yeah”

“So what’s the new album about, explain it to me”

“Well it’s about growing up and finding love I guess…. some of this, some of that.” You laughed

“Yeah some of this some of that, I think we kind of get what that is. Sex life of yours” Howard said flatly, laughing

You knew this was going south.

“Yeah you could say that” you looked down laughing nervously

“You are friends with a lot of, well, hot guys, am I right?”

“Sure”

“I mean you hang out a lot with like, Jack Harlow, Shawn Mendes… is it about them at all?”

“Uhh-”

“You are a very attractive young lady, I’m sure men are constantly, you know, into you. Wanna have sex with you.”

“I uhh… no…” you were speechless at the things he was saying to you. Not only uncomfortable, but embarrassed. You’re never had a hard time speaking your mind, but this is the first time anyone has ever openly sexualized you for entertainment purposes. 

“So you’ve never, like, walked to a party and have had guys lunging at you?” He chuckled again

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to get at Howard.”

“Well-

You cut him off “Do you find this entertaining? Are you just trying to sexualize me while on the air.”

“I’m not-

“You are, Howard. Is this how you usually make women feel? But I mean it’s not only women that you make feel uncomfortable on this show is it? Don’t do that”

“No y/n, I just ask the questions that everyone wants answered. Anyways we are ready to hear your new song…..”

***

“Howard Stern is an animal- you sipped at your tea making Harry laugh- You just need to stand up to him. Show him who’s boss”

“Yeah,, I’m the boss right?” He sipped his tea making eye contact with you from over the cup

“Yes sir, you are indeed the boss” 

Harry laughed out. He set his coffee down beside him and hugged himself. He repositioned himself to face you across the kitchen. 

“You know I wouldn’t feel this comfortable if I didn’t know you were going to be cheering me on”

“Harry, I will always, always, always cheer you on. I’m your number one fan…. believe it or not.” You walked up to him chest to chest and ran your hands up his arms and chest. “I love you, so much, and I absolutely hate when assholes like Howard Stern take you for granted and are downright inconsiderate of anyone but themselves.”

“You mind coming with me?” He wrapped his arms around your back side

“Never” he smiled at you and leaned into you while pulling your head up with his pointer finger. He kissed your lips softly, not the usual kiss he would go for. You and Harry’s relationship was silly and fun, but you two knew when it was a serious moment and you actually needed each other’s support. This was a moment where you gladly pushed everything of yours to the side to be there for Harry. He was the sweetest man alive. He never deserved anything that the media or stupid, insecure men like Howard Stern had to say. 

~~~

You got ready to leave the house and grabbed your car keys. Harry was already picked up by Jeff to head to the studio, so you were driving yourself. You made it to the studio, which was only a couple minutes down from your and Harry’s house. You arrived and texted Harry and Jeff to let them know you were so one of them could come get you. 

You and Jeff got along, but like anyone you two had your differences. You had a different choice of what a manager-client relationship should look like and Harry and Jeff’s didn’t fit. There was a conflict of interest because Jeff looked at the business and PR side of Harry, rather than a true caring for Harry and his well being. This made you confused because Jeff and Harry were great friends for years, and for those many years, Jeff lacked the compassion a friend should have. 

“Hey y/n!” Jeff called across the parking lot

“Hey you.” He pulled you into a side hug

“How’s Harry?”

“Good. It’s good you’re here” He smiled at you.

You two walked to the double doors and he opened one for you. You passed a quick “thank you” and let him lead you to the back. You passed a couple employees who started whispering as soon as they saw you. It was no secret that you detested Howard Stern, publicly too. There was a reason you never came back on the show. After you and Harry got together, he had been on the show once before, until now. 

Jeff led you to a room and knocked then waited for a “come in” when he opened the door for you. 

“He starts in about 20 minutes, so you guys can just hang out.”

“Okay, thank you, Jeff” You softly smiled at him. 

You walked in to see Harry laying flatback on the couch. You put your bag down and went to the side of the couch to sit

“Hey baby.” You sat

He opened his eyes and stretched his neck up to meet your eyes. He smiled

“Hi beautiful.”

“What can I do?”

“What do you mean?” He pushed himself up and put his hands behind him to stabilize his body. 

“I wanna calm your nerves. Make you feel comfortable, what can I do?”

He sat up and moved his legs from your side. He sat regular on the couch with his legs spread. You watched him.

He smirked, “I can think of a couple things.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine- He held your hips as you kicked off your shoes and moved over to straddle him- but only because of the situation.”

“What you’re not putting out for your amazing husband that pleases you like no other.”

Your jaw dropped “This morning you were emotional and now you’re all horny.”

“Do.. you.. have a preference then?”

“I’m not a fan of the latter if I’m being honest” He laughed

“You really make everything better.” He pecked your nose

“That’s my forever job. I think I do it pretty well.” You started to grind on Harry’s hips. His eyes rolled

“You do an amazing job”

He connected his lips to yours. Starting off soft, but soon needy to feel deeper in you. He moved his hands from your hips, which were still rocking, to your head, pulling you closer as he laid back. You stabilized yourself by putting your hands on either side of him on the couch. 

He continued kissing your lips before moving onto your cheek and trailed to your chin. He marked his way across your jawline leaving open mouthed kisses. “Harry” you moaned out, breathing heavier than before. He made his way back to your lips then he tugged on your t shirt telling you he wanted it off. You obliged by holding the bottom and stretching your torso to pull the shirt over your head. 

Harry loved watching you strip. Your body was far from perfect, having loose skin here and there, and stretch marks, but Harry worshipped you every day that he could. 

You tossed your shirt to the side of the room and left yourself in a bra. You smiled at Harry and breathed heavy, nodding at his shirt wanting to see it off of him. He quickly grabbed it off his body also tossing it to the side, then grabbed your body and leaned you to his right. You laid flat on the couch and pulled him by the neck to kiss you again. 

The kiss was short because he started trailing down your body. You put your hands in his hair, messing it up and pulling it. He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down, before he attached his lips back to your tummy and kissed down your happy trail to your underwear. He hooked his fingers inside and before he pulled them down-

“Stop” You said looking at him

“What baby? Are you alright?”

“This is about you, not me, let me suck you off or something”

His eyes turned dark before he lowered himself back down to your heat. “Sweetheart, the taste of you will make me feel better than anything in this world.” You felt his breath below you 

“It’s all yours” you say letting your head rest back down. 

At your words he quickly pulled your panties down and bent your legs over his shoulders. He licked your clit and blew air to tease you of his lips. He put his tongue back to your pussy and licked it high and low. He created a rhythm that coursed through your body. You started to rock your hips against his mouth and he moaned “Fuck y/n, that’s it” He continued to wipe stripes with his tongue on your clit. 

“Harr-“ You started to scream but Harry’s hand covered your mouth

He detached his lips from your pussy and moved up to your head. “You little shit? Did you forget your place? You can’t scream here- with his hand still over your mouth he trailed his fingers slowly down your torso, passing goosebumps over your skin. He covered your clit with his hand making you go crazy in need for friction. You grind and push yourself to reach his hand, but instead he moves his hand covering your mouth, to your throat -I know you want everyone to know how much I please you, even that bastard Howard Stern. You have to be quiet baby. Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded your head rapidly “That’s my girl” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, meanwhile he started pumping fingers into your hole. Starting with one, then two, his fingers were coated in your sweetness. He groaned at the feeling of your wetness making you almost reach your high. 

He started to unbuckle his pants when a loud knock on the door made you both stop and turn your heads

Jeff, “Hey Harry we are ready for you any moment” 

Harry sighed, putting his weight on top of you “Yeah give me a minute I’ll be out” You two exchanged a sad smile. He lifted himself off your body and buckled his belt back up. You sat up and took his hand that he offered to you and stood fully. He grabbed both of your shirts looking at the print on it.

“Vintage Stevie Wonder?” He held your shirt up for you to see

“Yeah” you nodded running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to restrain it and seem a bit presentable. Not like you were about to have sex with your husband at his interview, or anything. You raised your arm to grab the shirt from his hold, but he quickly moved the shirt from your reach. 

“I’m gonna wear it”

He gains an eye roll from you. “Shirt stealer now?”

“Not really stealing if it was mine in the first place.” He tugs the shirt over his head, kisses your forehead, and is out the door. 

You grabbed the shirt that Harry was supposed to be wearing, a strawberry Gucci shirt. You searched the inside seeing the special tag marking it a custom from Gucci to Harry. You knew he’d be in big trouble when he was on the air without it. You pulled it over your head, and also made your way out of the room to watch Harry from behind the scenes.

~~~

Your journey to the sound booth was longer than you anticipated with employees and interns coming up to you on the short walk, asking for pictures. 

You never really liked to admit your “fame” or being a “celebrity”. You thought there were more important things in the world than having money or being famous. You loved to help people and you used your wealth, knowledge, and platform. This is what made you completely catch Harry off guard. You were outspoken and wanted justice for anyone who didn’t have it. Harry loved this about you, how you weren’t afraid to speak your mind, a lot less than many of the women he’s known or come across. 

“Hi y/n! I’m a huge fan, do you mind?” The sweet intern showed you her phone alluding to wanting a photo.

“Of course! Always.” You smiled and pulled her in for a side hug for the picture. 

You talked with her a bit before excusing yourself to go find Harry. You never minded taking photos with fans because you know how much it means to them, and they are the reason for so much of your incredible life.

You made it to the sound booth and let yourself in. You found a seat next to Jeff and watched inside the studio. Harry Lambert was fixing Harry’s shirt trying to get the wrinkles out quickly, which was plausibly your fault. Howard was speaking into the mic sound checking and also gave a small outline of the plan for todays interview. Harry spotted you and smiled immediately blowing a kiss and a wave. You smiled and patted your cheek showing where the kiss landed. Harry shook his head and patted his lips. Your eyes rolled and you once again patted your face, this time your lips for Harry’s satisfaction. 

Harry Lambert caught a glimpse of the small exchange and shook his head, looking back at you through the window. He said his goodbye to Harry and walked into the sound booth to be seated for the interview. He walked behind you and leaned down to your ear

“I suppose you have something to do with the random, extremely wrinkled Stevie Wonder shirt on the back of your husband, who is supposed to be wearing the strawberry shirt that is on your back?” 

You smiled shifting your weight in your seat to look up at him. “possibly” you smirked and kissed his cheek. Harry smiled and found his seat to your left, opposite of Jeff on your right. 

~~~

 The interview started off swiftly with Howard introducing Harry and asking a few questions about the album. Harry performed ‘Boyfriends’ first, then was asked about his new movies coming out in the year. Harry felt comfortable with you there in the next room, feeling your support. Howard was playing it easy which was nice. 

Harry played ‘Late Night Talking’ next. You moved around in your chair enjoying the beat and cracked up with Lambert as he mocked you of your dancing a couple of times. 

The song finished and Howard asked Harry about the song and when it was written.

“Erm well it’s been quite a while since my last album, and in those three years I’ve been a really really lucky man and I met someone really special. And you know a lot of the album is about her. Well, actually all of it. And so late night talking is about the first few nights me and this lovely lady spent together…… just getting to know each other.”

You blushed. 

“I wonder who that lovely lady is” Jeff joked. 

You play punched his side and laughed.

~~~

“And we all know who that lady is right Harry?” Howard asked

Harry smiled and nodded thinking of you

“How is y/n doing? How’s married life? Have you tamed her down yet?”

Harry straightened in his seat at his comment. You shifted. 

“She’s good. Radiant as ever.”

“Good good. The last time she on my show… was her last. you know that.” He laughed

“Well it was for good reason, was it not?” Harry started to get a little heated. No one would speak about you like this ever. It was his job to protect you. No one speaks about his y/n like that. 

“If you call throwing a tantrum a good reason.”

Harry’s blood boiled. Your cheeks turned bright red. The band, Jeff, and Lambert looked around at each other worried of the outcome of this. 

“She didn’t throw a tantrum. She responded very well to a stupid remark.”

“I mean, she threw a little fit, did she not. It’s okay to talk about the wife, Harry. But anyways, I’m sure she’s a pretty little thing to have at your disposal.” 

Harry lost it. 

“No Howard I won’t trash talk my wife. And neither will you. You don’t talk about her. ever. You violated her, just like you violate everyone on your show. And you don’t talk about our private life either. Don’t objectify her. Everyone hates you because you’re just an insecure, little dick man.-“

Jaws dropped. Everyone was wide eyed waiting for the next thing said. 

“Now Harry, there’s no need to get angry for y/n-“

“IM NOT ANGRY- Harry yelled at Howard making everyone wince at his shouting. He had veins popping out of his neck and forehead- don’t fucking talk about her…I’m done” He stood up and started out the door

You stood up watching Harry storm out of the room, through the sound room, out the door. A heavy breeze passed you as Harry walked past the three of you, watching in shock. Everyone was shocked at Harry’s outburst, which clearly happened for good cause.

“We will be right back, then” Howard mumbled into the mic

~~~

You ran out the door following Harry, who escaped to the bathroom. You opened the door hearing Harry cursing under his breath. He was in the first stall on his knees. You ran in and saw him being that the door wasn’t closed, throwing up into the toilet. 

“Oh sweetheart” Your heart broke seeing him in a disarray. You fell next to him holding his shoulders and curling some loose hair behind his ears. You brushed through his hair with your fingers and rubbed his back. Harry finished throwing up and looked up at you

You grabbed a bit of toilet paper to wipe the dribble from his mouth. He smiled at you then once more felt his stomach weaken again. He moved back over the toilet and your heart sank. He took a moment and stopped throwing up. 

“Okay that’s it… I feel better.” He turned back over to you and held your cheek. You wiped his mouth again and shyly smiled. 

“I’m sorry that happened, Harry.” 

“Don’t be my love, it wasn’t your fault. He shouldn’t have said that” He held your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips lightly touched his before you remembered that he’d just thrown up and you pushed his head off of you. 

“No no no we aren’t gonna do that right now. Let me get you some water. Do you feel alright otherwise?” 

“Yeah”

You kissed his temple and stood up. Before you opened the door you were met by a stage assistant. 

“Hello Mrs. Styles, do you need anything? Or does Mr. Styles?”

“Yes, could I get a water and maybe some chips for him? Thank you.” 

He quickly left and pushed the door open for Jeff to walk in. Harry still sat on the floor, just pondering what had gone down. 

“Is everything okay?” Jeff asked 

“He’s poorly. Why?”

“He still has to do the interview….” He whispered

“I’m not an invalid you can talk to me Jeffery.” Harry spoke up making you and Jeff turn around. 

“I for one don’t think it’s a good idea at all for him to go back out there.” You crossed your arms

“Wife knows best.” Harry thumbed to you

“….I can get you out of this one.. but I don’t know what else will happen. Go home, get well”

“Thank you Jeff” Harry said hitting his shoulder and opening the door “I’m going to grab my stuff.”

“Ok.- you turned back to Jeff- Thank you Jeff…. I mean it.”

“I have to look out for my friend first right?”

You smiled and was about to respond when the stage assistant came back with a water and chips.

“Oh! Thank you so much” The kid nodded and left the bathroom

“Okay, I’m gonna go find Harry and get him home. Thank you again Jeff.” You hugged Jeff tightly in appreciation and went to find Harry.

~~~ 

The drive home was silent. You drove while Harry looked out the window, until he spoke up…

“He didn’t have to talk about you like that” He quietly spoke “No one ever talks about you like that.”

“Thank you for standing up for me, H”

“I will always stand up for you. Never going on that shit show again”

“You don’t have to. You stand up for me, I stand up for you. I promise you never have to go there again.” Harry grabbed your hand and massaged it with his thumb. 

~~~

“Do you want your shirt back?” Harry asked straight away walking in the house and stripping his clothes off

“I thought you claimed it back as your shirt?”

“I did but I like you in my clothes.”

You ran up the stairs to your bedroom with Harry hot on your tracks behind you. 

You took off your shirt and pants to change into something cozier. On days where Harry either had a long day or something he didn’t like happen, with fans or paps, he liked to lay low and hold you close. 

You felt a body behind you pull you into him. Harry held your waist into him and wrapped his arms around your front. 

“Should we pick up where we left off?” He kissed your neck

“Do you really want to? I’m okay with not. I know you’ve just taken in a lot”

“But it’s your turn to take in a lot now”

Harry turned you around in a single motion and began to unhook your bra. It fell to your feet and Harry bent to his knees. He pulled down your panties and began kissing your thighs. He kissed your inner thigh and moved to kiss your pussy. He groaned at the feeling of you on his lips. You pulled his short hair and massaged around his head. He kissed your heat one more time then he hooked his arms around your legs, he picked you up and walked a couple feet to the bed and put you down. “Harry!” You screamed as he picked you up. You giggled as he put you down on the bed and crawled on top of you. 

He kissed your lips first. Passionately, feeling your tongue meet his. Sparks flew like the first time you kissed, still now. You were head over heels for each other, no matter how many times you’ve kissed or felt each other’s body, it always feels like home. Never gets old. 

Harry moved from your lips to your cheeks down to your jaw. He shifted his right knee to be in between your legs. As he kissed your neck, he rubbed his knee on your clit as you spread your legs farther needing more friction from him. “fuck Harry” You whispered trying to get his knee closer to you. Harry quit kissing your neck and got off the bed to removed his pants

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotten your sweetness on my pants. Are you that needy for me.”

“Harry stop it just come back.” Harry listened and got back on the bed but he flipped you over and sat himself in the middle.

“Take off my boxers” You listened and obeyed him just like he had for you. You slid off his skin tight boxers, springing free his hard cock. He took a deep breath at the release. 

You straddled his legs and traced around his cock with your nails. He went crazy. He needed to feel your hands on him. He sucked in breaths waiting for your sweet touch. 

“Darling please don’t do this to me” he mumbled. 

You took his dick into your hand and stroked it up and down. Harry started to roll his hips around to help you. He grabbed your left boob in one hand and played with your tit. Your breath hitched feeling aroused by him. You need friction but you also needed to be wet. You bent over and took his cock into your mouth. You sucked him in and out letting him invade your mouth. He moaned and stopped what he was doing with your breast and moved to the back of your head. He didn’t push your farther on to him, but massaged your scalp to make you feel more comfortable as you took him in. “Babe I’m close” he said

“Do I wreck you that much, Styles?” You licked up his dick making him a mess and pumped his dick the rest. You lowered your face to his head and continued pumping until he came. His sweetness shot up to your cheek and you moved so the rest would land in your mouth. You gained his cum and crawled up his body and his face. You spit his own cum into his mouth and gave him an open mouthed kiss. 

You retreated from his lips and grabbed his dick. You sat up on your knees and took in his whole cock slowly as you sat. “fuck babe i love you” 

Your size adjusted to him and you moved to your feet. You lifted up and down on him. Up on his cock. Down on his cock. You repeated the motion as you held onto  his torso, tracing his butterfly. You went faster pulling up and peeling off his cock only to retrace and push back down. He filled you up completely, your bodies moldy together perfectly.

“fuck doll face, you feel perfect.”

You started to get tired on his cock and slowed down your pace. Harry noticed. He sat up with you still in him, held your back, and turned you to lay down on the bed. 

“My turn” He said as you panted on the bed 

He held your hips and he switched the position and got himself comfortable. He began thrusting into you, pleasuring you without you having to work. “god harry” you panted out as you held his shoulders. He moved your legs to sit on his shoulders so he could thrust farther into you. He deeply breathe and moaned continuing to push as far into you as he could. Pull out. Push back in. He touched your sweet spot and you screamed out his name “Harry” You yelled. He smiled to himself not only feeling the pleasure he brought to you but also hearing it. Your tits bounced up and down, a sexual sight Harry loved to watch 

“I’m almost there baby, a little more” You whimpered out, loving the feeling of him

He leaned down to your lips to kiss you. “I,, love,, you” He said in between kisses. He rested his forehead on yours. “You’re all mine,,,, You’re all mine” You yelled his name. “I will always stick up for you,,,, I will always be there for you” You were so close “I will always love you,,,,, I will always love you… fuck” 

You came undone under his words. Your orgasm curled through your body making your pussy shake and your eyes roll. Harry felt you squeezing him, ,making him cum after you. You came first. Always. 

“In or out?”

“In” you managed to breathe out

He pushed himself further in you and came inside you. His warm cum filled you as he pulled out under you. Some of his release spilled out of you. He held himself over your body as you both breathed out regaining yourselves. 

~~~

Harry was the first to stand up  and go to the bathroom for a rag to clean you up. While he got the towel and you joined him in the bathroom to take a quick piss. You finished and washed your hands, then joined him back on the bed. 

“Here baby.” Harry spread your legs again to clean you up. You watched him carefully stroke the warm towel around your pussy to clean up what he left. 

“Say it again”

“Say what, my love? …..That I love you?”

“Yes”

“I love you y/n. I love you so much” - he threw the towel on the ground and laid next to you- “I will always stand up for you” - he played with your hair- “I will always stick up for you,,,, You will always be mine.. I will always be yours”- He kissed your forehead- “and most importantly I will always love you, forever and ever, like I promised.”

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HI GUYS I KNOW IVE BEEN DEAD LMAO IM SORRY IVE JUST BEEN GOING THROUGH IT A LITTLE BIT. anyways ! im.working on some new stuff— hopefully for this week ,, EXCITED FOR IT. LOVE YOU!😚🫶

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spencer: Please be careful with my emotional baggage. it’s the only thing i have left from my father.

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betchyour ass i openly sobbed on the trampoline in my backyard because of fruit man

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i feel a waterworks coming on again

help

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Spencer Reid + hugging

requested by anon - thank you for the request! <3

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HE’S JUST SO CUTE UGH

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Hey god it’s me again.

As It Was | Behind The Scenes

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ANOTHER REASON TO BE BISEXUAL !!

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I feel like crying in the fetal position, but not so much either! So, I can ask for an angst where in the middle of sex harry accidentally ends up saying his ex-girlfriend's name. with happy ending 🤡

Hey Nonny! Of course! I hope you like it 💛

“Harry,” you moan as he moves against you. He thrusts in and out of you at a punishing pace and you’re already shaking around him.

“Fuck, Camille,” Harry moans. You immediately stop moving under him and it takes him a moment to process that you’ve stopped.

“‘S wrong?” He asks when you push at his chest to separate your bodies. “What happened?” He pants.

“You seriously don’t know?” You ask, clutching the sheets to your body and reaching for your clothes.

“What happened?” He asks again.

“In your carnal bliss, you moaned Camille’s name.” You say, pulling on your leggings and hoodie.

Harry’s stomach drops. “I did? I didn’t mean to, baby, please. It was a slip of the tongue.”

“You moaned your ex girlfriend’s name, Harry. While you were fucking me. You obviously weren’t thinking of me when you were inside of me, so why continue?” You’re embarrassed and hurt, and you feel like lashing out. How could he be thinking of her while he was inside of you? How was that fair?

“Sweetheart I promise I wasn’t thinking of Camille. It was a slip of the tongue,” he says again. “Please come back to bed, baby.” You sigh and say that you’ll sleep in the guest room. “Isn’t that a little overboard?” Harry asks.

“I dunno, Harry. Go ask Camille.” You say before walking out of the room.

The guest bed is cold and it doesn’t smell like Harry. You toss and turn, unable to sleep. It takes a few hours, but Harry walks into the room where you lay.

“Baby,” Harry says, obviously unable to sleep as well.

“What Harry?” You say flatly.

“Please come to bed. Can’t sleep without you there.” You roll your eyes in the dark and sigh. “It didn’t mean anything, sweetheart,” Harry says, sitting on the bed. “I’m so sorry. It will never happen again.”

“Yeah but the problem is, it happened in the first place, Harry. I can’t sleep with you if you’re thinking of someone else.”

“I wasn’t.” He insists. “I promise.” He takes your hand and you let him, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “Please baby, come back to bed.“ You sigh again, deciding if you’re ready to move past this. He did seem genuinely sorry, but you still couldn’t get the moan of her name out of your head.

“I know you’re sorry,” you say. “I just can’t get the sound of you moaning her name out of my head.”

“What can I do?” He asks. He sounds frustrated but he knows he’s the one who moaned someone else’s name, so the decision is yours.

“Nothing,” you tell him. “It happened, Harry. I just need a little bit of time to get past it. I’ll come back to bed but I can’t have sex with you right now.”

“‘M not askin for sex, baby. Just come sleep next to me.” You agree, getting up from the guest bed and following Harry back to the bed you share. You settle in next to Harry and he cautiously puts his arm around you.

“This okay?” He asks, unsure. You nod and cuddle deeper into his embrace.

You know you’ll have to talk about this more before you’re ready to have sex with him again, but this is a good start.

*Find part 2 here

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♰ tryna keep my faith, but i’m looking for more ♰

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Don’t ever Doubt That

Reader is pregnant and Harry takes her out for the day. He doubts himself and the father he will be.

First Harry fic! Not sure how I feel about it, but I love pregnancy fics and I fucking love fluff :)

pairing: harry styles x reader

word count: 2.1k 

warnings: tons of fluff, self doubt, pregnancy, swearing, and mentions of sex

Sweet shimmery, sun kissed goodness. The Los Angeles sun shone down on your glowing skin as you cruised through the salt air-filled coast. With the convertible top off, the afternoon sun and the wind blew in your hair. Sitting next to you was Harry. In the past months of your pregnancy, Harry had been right there next to you. Every morning he would kiss you, then kiss your belly, saying hello to both his girls. He would insist on doing everything for you. He rubbed lotion on your growing belly every morning. He would even wash your body and hair in the shower. He did everything he could to make you be as comfortable and happy as you could be. Honestly, just seeing Harry’s face light up every time you walked in the room and he saw your belly, your heart burst, being greater than anything anyone could ever do for you. Seeing the man you love and creating a family together was the best gift in the world.

~~~

A new day started. Birds chirped as the sun kissed your body through the windows, exposed to the soft sheets under you. It was Sunday, your favorite day of the week. Sundays were a day for tea sandwiches and the beach, soft love making, swinging under a tree, watermelon and lemonade. 

Sunday was the day of the week that Harry was always home. When you found out you were pregnant, he stopped the world for you wanting to be there for every kick and every movement. You assured him you’d call if anything was to happen and update him every thirty minutes when he left the house. You never found him annoying about his concern for you and the baby. It made your heart warm being reminded of how much he not only loved you, but wanted to care and provide for you. Throughout the week, Harry had interviews and had to go to the studio, but he never planned anything on Sundays. That was your day. Your special day when he would wake up early to make banana pancakes then sneak back into bed so you could wake up next to him, rather than by yourself. 

Today, Harry had something different planned for you

Harry ran the pads of his fingers up your side and  ran his hands over your belly thinking of how big the baby was. 23 weeks, almost six months, the size of a papaya. 

You stirred in your sleep coming back to consciousness and felt Harry’s touch. He moved his hands to your face and held his thumb at your cheek. 

“Goodmorning beautiful” he kissed your nose

“goodmorning my love” you smiled sighing into his lean. 

The breeze dragged the curtains into the middle of the room making your hair fly in your face. Harry brushed that hair out of your face to the back of your ear. He leaned in and kissed your head while hovering your body to reach the night stand next to you, to get the lotion. 

He pulled the covers off of you and straddled your legs, pouring some cream into his unringed hands. He smothered them into his hands and brushed it onto your tummy. He smiled painting little designs into your belly. You swiped his cheek knowing this was his favorite time of day. There wasn’t much spoken between you two, but you didn’t have to. What made you so attracted to each other in the first place was the comfortable silence that overruled anything that needed to be said. You both loved touching and just holding each other. 

“So.. I have a surprise for you today” his morning voice mixed with his accent was thick after he woke up

“really, what is it?” you played with your thumbs

“now sweetheart it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you would it?” you laughed  before he tapped your belly three times and bent over. 

“hello little one. your daddy is right here. remember to be nice to mummy today. i hope you slept alright babygirl” he kissed your belly three times. Three was the number he swore was the baby’s magic number. She always kicked three times and the first time she kicked was at 3 pm. Harry loved playing with the three numbers and it gave him reason to do everything a little extra. 

He rose off the bed and lifted the rest of the sheets off your feet. He grabbed your legs and moved them off the bed then grabbed your hands to help you sit up. You grabbed your belly to brace it while sitting up and then lifted to stand. Harry grabbed your arms and moved them up to wrap his neck. You both gently swayed just looking at each other. Content and happy. Harry leaned in and filled the gap between you two by kissing you. He was gentle in his touch; in love with you. He pulled back and brushed his nose against yours.

“Go get dressed love, i want to bring you somewhere”

“you’ve never seemed opposed to me wearing what i am right now” you lifted your eyebrow looking up and down you have naked body, only covered in underwear and a bra. you walked towards the closet

“i can’t help that you look so sexy while carrying my baby”

“no, our baby” you turned putting your hands on your hips

“you’re right, our baby” he walked towards you and pecked your lips three times

“ahh magic magic magic” you smiled 

“babe get dressed, please” he walked into the bathroom

“quit your whining styles, god, pregnant and all you boss me around”

“if i recall you liked it that way last night” he shouted from the bathroom

“HARRY!”

~~~

You sat in the car waiting for Harry to come. He drove out his yellow 1972 Ferrari Dino for the special occasion. It was one of your favorite cars he owned because of how sexy he looked driving it. You sat in your patterned orange sun dress waiting for Harry. 

“Get in the car love, I’ll be there in a moment.”

He said that ten minutes ago and you were starting to get antsy. You were about to call for him when he walked around the corner of the house with a picnic basket in hand, and a big smile.

“Ta da! I’m taking you for a picnic” He set the basket gently down in the back seat

“We haven’t been on a picnic in ages! What did you pack.”

“Your favorite, tea sandwiches, strawberries, and lemonade. Plus some extras. I made them all myself” he winked

“No way! A man of many talents.”

You pushed yourself up as he sat in the car, leaning closer to him, almost on top of him, you kissed him and quickly made it deeper. He pulled back, but not wanting him to move you softly bit his lip making him smirk.

“y/n” he spoke deeply

“yes my love?”

“if you don’t get off me right now, we may never leave the house” you pecked a kiss to his nose

“Would that be so bad though?”

“You being pregnant has made you want to shag all day every day.”

“Well maybe when you use the word shag...”

“Make love?”

“Getting there”

“Fuck?”

“Harry” you rolled your eyes. You hated all the words that referred to sex. Nothing every suited the way Harry made you feel.

“I know!- he pointed his finger up- breed!”

“Oh my god Harry! Just drive!” you put your face into your hands

You two were off. 

~~~

Harry drove down the golden coast, saltwater in the air. It was a perfect day, just you two. He slowed down to a stop after about 50 minutes of driving, 30 minutes of constantly looking over to you to admire, and a whole Fleetwood Mac playlist over, you made it to your favorite picnic spot, El Matador beach. It was the beach where The Notebook was filmed. Which happened to be the movie you and Harry bonded over early in your relationship, years ago.

~~~

“Okay, erm.. i know, what’s your favourite movie?”

“Ooh, probably the Notebook”

“no way”

“Yes way- it had been your favorite movie since you were a child, always mesmerized by the power of true love- why wouldn’t it be?”

“That’s my favorite movie!”

“No you’re pulling, is it really?” you laughed at him

“Yes I’m not near joking, it is. One more reason to fall in love with you I guess” He laughed pulling you into his lap and smothering your face in kisses. 

~~~

Harry opened the car door for you and held his hand out. “m’lady”

You took his hand and stood up being met by the breeze. You looked like a dream. The wind blowing in your hair and giving life to your dress, Harry wondered how he got so lucky. You two made it down to the sand and stuck your toes in it melting down. Harry took out the mat and laid for you to sit. He arranged everything on the mat just for you. He cut strawberries, made sandwiches, had orange juice and watermelon. He thought of everything just for you. You began to eat and conversed about the scene around you. It wasn’t incredibly sunny, but had nice shade when the clouds overtook the sunlight

“Thank you Harry, for all of this. I couldn’t have asked for more”

“Always, it’s the least I can do for you”

You both looked out to the sea

“you know, this is probably the last time we will be here just you and me”- Harry’s face dropped a little, causing you to stop talking- “Is something wrong with that?”

He shook his head “no nothing, I’m just, huh haha kind of um, nervous.” 

You scooted yourself closer to him

“Sweetheart, why?” you brushed his curls back holding the side of his face

“I don’t know y/n. Don’t get me wrong I’m so incredibly excited- he turned to reassure you - I just have no idea what to do. You had both parents there for you and you learned from them. I didn’t have that. I didn’t have a dad to exactly be there and show me what it’s like to be a father. I’m just really nervous that I won’t be a good-“

“Stop - you sat up and looked at him then took his hands - don’t say that. Ever again. You are going to be absolutely incredible. Being a father or a mother, or parent in general isn’t about knowing the do’s and don’ts, but being full of love for them. The way you love me and care for me, the way you did all of this, this is what it means to love someone. We made her out of love. I have no doubt that you won’t love her every moment of every day and be the best daddy you can be. It doesn’t matter if you had someone or didn’t, we have each other. To learn from, to grow with, to love on. And we will do it together and you will be amazing, because I know how much you already love her. Don’t ever doubt that.”

Your words slowly made both of you cry. This was the first time Harry shared any doubt in being a dad, and you were glad he shared. 

“Thank you- he sniffled holding your side- I’m glad I have you. Also, because... I have no idea how to change a diaper”

You laughed out “What?! Good thing I put us in classes, because I refuse to do poopies.”

“What do you mean refuse? you’re her mother.”

“Yeah, and you’re her father. I’m the one that’s going to be feeding her from my boob at 3 am!” you shoved him gently, laughing

“Okay points there actually”

You came back to his side “But, going back to it, you are going to be amazing, and I don’t want you to doubt that. Thank you for sharing that.”

“Always. I vowed to be honest with you.”

“That you did…. you also vowed to change poopies.”

“I did not! You !”

“Yes, it’s actually on the bottom of our marriage certificate.”

“That’s a lie! Not you actually saying that- Harry reached down to your stomach and put his hands on either side- Your mother is lying don’t listen to this fuckery”

“Harry! Language! She can hear you” You smacked your hands on top of his

“Right, I’m sorry young lady, your daddy is being stupid right now”

“That’s still a bad word!”

“No, it’s not!

“Is to”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Harry stood on his knees folding you to lay on your back. He hovered over you and kissed your smiling lips trying to ~kindly~ shut you up.

You pushed him up, “Are you asserting dominance to shut me up?”

“What? No, never. Me? Why would you ever think that”

“Oh cheeky Mr. Styles. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“You are going to be the best daddy.”

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Sex Hair, Spencer Reid

Word Count: 600~

Spencer’s POV

Waking up in a messy and comfortable bed is nice. Waking up in that same messy and comfortable with the memory of why it’s messy in the first place is absolute Heaven.

Sitting up in said messy bed, I push fallen hair away from my forehead and smile, remembering the many times (Y/n) ran her fingers through my hair last night, tugging every so often at some of the locks. Speaking of which, since I didn’t wake up with her beside me, where is she?

Once I get up from the bed and pull on my sweatpants, I venture out into the kitchen, only to stop at the doorway upon seeing the beautiful woman standing at the counter with my shirt on, reaching over a little to grab something. As she does this, her (f/c) underwear peek out from underneath it, making me smirk.

Walking up behind her, I lightly smack her behind, causing her to jolt up straight and give me the chance to wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close to me. As soon as she realizes it’s just me, she lets out a held in breath, followed by a small laugh.

“You scared the shit out of me,” (Y/n) admits, turning in my arms to greet me with a single kiss. With her arms wrapping around my bare shoulders, she smiles even more and leans closer to me. “Did you know I love seeing you without a shirt?” She asks, letting her hands rest on the back of my neck.

“Well, seventy-four percent of women enjoy looking at their significant others without a shirt on,” I tell her, “So, I kind of assumed so.”

(Y/n) giggles at this. “Do you know everything?” She questions me, leaning into my lips with every word. Instead of answering her right away, I pull her body closer to me, mostly pushing my lower body against hers.

“No,” I answer her, lowering my face to nuzzle my nose in her hair. “but I do know you especially like it when I do this,” I murmur into her ear, feeling her breath get caught in her throat once again.

“Spencer, you have work in an hour,” She practically moans as I slide my hands from her waist and down her back.

“Good,” I say, latching my hands onto her thighs as she gasps. Jerking her onto the counter, I attach my lips to hers in a fervent kiss before finishing my statement. “We have just enough time.”

Arriving at the BAU just one minute before my work starts, I release a sigh of relief and walk in, heading straight to my desk. Placing my shoulder bag on my desk, I sit down in my office chair and look around the BAU, noticing that I have caught the attention of my fellow co-workers. However, I don’t pay them any mind until I catch Morgan in the corner of my eye, his figure walking to my desk with a slight smirk playing his face.

“Pretty boy,” he greets me, resting against the side of my desk. I smile up at him, only to make his smirk turn to a full smile with laughter soon following.

“What?” I ask him, tilting my head in bewilderment. Morgan’s laughs soon quiet down before he settles for a grin, pointing at my head.

“Did (Y/n) let you out with your hair like that?” He questions, puzzling me.

“What do you mean?” I ask him with furrowed brows, causing him to laugh once again.

“Dude!” He exclaims, “You have sex hair!”